Xiaobing Fang Heng

The two turned their heads in surprise, Fang Heng turned directly, but Yue Zitong saw a ball of fiery red the moment he turned his head, his head was like a twisted rubber band, and the next second it bounced back, stunned.

Fang Heng stared at Yang Yi in bewilderment, Yang Yi was already laughing so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, and finally he just knocked on the table frantically.

There was a burst of laughter in an instant, Yue Zitong pointed at Fang Heng's face, and sat down on the ground with a smile.

Fang Heng touched his face, looked at his hands, his hands were red, "Fuck!" He got angry on the spot! !

Yang Yi raised his palms in joy, the palms were full of lipstick, Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, and reached out to reach Yang Yi's collar, Yang Yi took a big step back, and continued to wave his hands to tease him, Fang Heng actually still Drilling into the cover, like a donkey with a carrot hanging from its head, chasing Yang Yi all over the field.

The two ran around the table twice, and Yue Zitong climbed up softly holding the table, staring at Fang Heng's face with blurred eyes.

Fang Heng's face was pressed with two rounds of blush-like lipstick. The bright red color was like singing in a big show. In addition, Fang Heng chased and rubbed the lipstick all over his face, red nose, red face, red eyes, The whole thing is full of rage! !

With a 'poof' sound, Yue Zitong laughed again and fell to the ground.

Yang Yi don't hide and regret, "Don't wipe it, it's pretty, it's my work of art, don't waste it like this!!"

"Bah!" Fang Heng gritted his teeth, couldn't catch up across the table, and almost spat at him in anger, "Don't hide if you have the fucking ability!!"

"Don't chase if you have the ability!" Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, seeing Fang Heng moving, he quickly moved two steps to the left.

"Don't hide if you have the ability!"

"Don't chase if you have the ability!"

"Don't hide if you have the ability!"

"..."

Such an embarrassing and gorgeous dialogue! !

After arguing for a while, Yang Yi saw that Fang Heng was so persistent that he even wanted to climb up the table, fearing that he would mess up the documents on the table, so he simply rubbed his palms on his face, holding two lumps of plateau red, " Is it all right?"

The corner of Fang Heng's mouth hooked up, and in the next second, he pulled it back abruptly, and said aggressively, "Of course not!"

Yang Yi rubbed his face with the back of his hand uncomfortably, frowning, "Then continue to make trouble with these two lumps of red?"

Fang Heng thought for a while about the picture of two men with lipstick on their faces running towards the sun one after the other, and felt a chill, but he didn't want to nod, so he could only continue holding it.

Yang Yi looked at his words, relaxed his body and twisted his neck, and walked over with a non-aggressive attitude, "What? Angry? But it's just making noise, isn't it so stingy? Don't play, I just wipe it for you .”

Once Fang Heng was bitten by a snake, he stared at him cautiously, "Take the paper first."

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, "OK."

Yang Yi walked towards the bed cabinet, Fang Heng walked half a circle cautiously, and happened to stand beside Yue Zitong, Yue Zitong had almost laughed, but when he saw Fang Heng's face, he started laughing again with a 'poof'.

Fang Heng kicked him, "Smile! Get up!"

"No...I...poof...I...haha..."

Fang Heng narrowed his eyes, grabbed the man by his collar and pulled him up, then pressed the back of his head and rubbed his face against his face, cursing, "Laugh! Make you laugh!"

Yue Zitong did not dodge twice, so he simply stretched out his long arms, put his arms around Fang Heng's shoulders, and hid his face on Fang Heng's neck, so he couldn't rub it now.

A paper towel was handed over, Yang Yi wiped half of his face and said, "The redness on your face has been wiped away by myself, what's the use?" Then he glanced at the lipstick on the table meaningfully .

Fang Heng stretched out his hand and rushed to grab it, but he and Yue Zitong fell on top of it, leaving the table in a mess after all.

Yang Yi was close by, picked up the lipstick calmly, shook it, "How is it? I say a lipstick can go all over the world?" Then he put the lipstick in his bag, wiped his face and went out.

After the table was messed up, the table must be cleaned up. After the two soldiers tidied up the table, the empress wiped Fang Heng's face with a tissue, and smiled while wiping, "Platoon leader is fun, isn't it?"

Fang Heng rolled his eyes, "He played with me, of course it's fun!"

"Your attitude towards the platoon leader is always weird, so that Sir Alex and I don't know how to position ourselves."

"..." Fang Heng didn't know what to say, so he simply pulled a piece of paper to help Yue Zitong wipe it off, and said calmly, "You can do whatever you want."

"The problem has something to do with the platoon leader. I always have some concerns in front of you, and we are also awkward."

Fang Heng smiled, "Have you wiped it?" It was a change of subject, and he had nothing to do with Yue Zitong, a good old man, as if he hoped that the whole world would be happy and happy, in other words, he was a bit of a mother-in-law.

Yang Yi went out to wash his face and came back. Seeing that the two of them were still rubbing, he simply wiped the side of Fang Heng's face with his wet hands.

Yang Yi's hands were a little cold, Fang Heng dodged uncomfortably, and stared at him. There were still drops of water on Yang Yi's face, and the hair on his forehead was wet in strands. Obviously, the hair was not long, but But he didn't look too stiff, but had a soft slight bend like himself, and the breath between his brows was so soft that Fang Heng had to let go of his airs.

Yang Yi wiped it twice, his eyes wandered around the faces of Yue Zitong and Fang Heng, and he said with a smile, "Why don't you two have acne on your face?"

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, "Acne? Acne?"

Yue Zitong thought about it seriously, "It's kind of heart-warming."

"You and I still believe it." Yang Yi said to Yue Zitong, and then his eyes fell on Fang Heng's face, "You...um...you can count."

"?" Looking at him, Fang Heng always felt that what he said was unwilling, "It doesn't matter what it is called?"

Yang Yi smiled, did not explain, retracted his hand, patted his shoulder and pushed the person out, "Just wash it, remember to bring soap."

After the two left, Yang Yi went to take out the lipstick, his fingers stopped for a moment when he put it in, rubbed his fingers, frowned, and then laughed, thinking that the child's skin is really good, soft Tender and smooth.

It was almost five o'clock, Yang Yi organized the people in the platoon, joined the other two platoons to form a recruit company, and went to the cafeteria in a grand manner.

In order to take care of the newly enlisted soldiers, the army issued new regulations in the past two years. During the Spring Festival, all officers will be on duty, so that the young men who have just left home can feel the atmosphere of the Spring Festival in the barracks.

Of course, this rule also applies to veterans, the only difference is that 40% of veterans can take vacations during the Spring Festival, while recruits do not.

All the way to the cafeteria, Fang Heng and the others went straight in without singing a song before the meal today. Before the veterans arrived, the cafeteria looked a bit empty. Two plates of cold dishes were already placed on the table, and dozens of beers were piled up in one corner .

Fang Heng stared at the pile of beer, and bumped Hou Jue's arm, "The recruits keep drinking?"

Hou Jue turned to look at Yue Zitong, begging for an encyclopedia.

Yue Zitong shrugged, "I'm not sure, but it's time to have fun during the Chinese New Year, and I've bought everything back. It's impossible to just drink it for veterans, right?"

"How is your drinking capacity?" Fang Heng asked Yue Zitong. There was no possibility of drinking in private earlier, and this topic has never been discussed.

"You can have some drinks at friends' gatherings, but it's not as good as social drinks."

"Party wine?"

"Well, literally, it's very cruel anyway. Soldiers can drink well, especially for lieutenants and above. I feel uncomfortable watching liquor poured down one mouthful at a time."

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows and said, "Ask your lord, I drink a lot."

"How many kilograms?"

Fang Heng thought for a while, then looked at Hou Jue, "Do you know how much I usually drink?"

"Come on!" Hou Jue sneered, "You're soaking in wine, you'll know how much you're drinking when you drink 52° baijiu."

Fang Heng puffed up his cheeks, "It's not that I haven't drank it before, it's just that I haven't had a chance to let go of it."

Yue Zitong stroked his chin and thought for a while, "When the recruit company is over, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Okay!" Fang Heng and Hou Jue nodded in unison.

As soon as the conversation was over, all three of them were stunned at the same time, thinking in unison, after the recruit company is over, no one knows which company they will be assigned to, and will there be a chance to get together?

Yue Zitong reacted quickly, and quickly added, "It's okay, I won't be assigned to other provinces. The chances of them all being in the 13th Army are the highest. Just contact me when the time comes."

"Yeah." Hou Jue nodded and glanced at Fang Heng, "I heard that the recruit company has a final grade test, and those with poor grades will be assigned to the cooking class to feed pigs."

"..." Yue Zitong was silent.

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Hou Jue smiled and gave him a knowing look.

Fang Heng gritted his teeth and stopped talking.

"I'm not talking about your grades..." Hou Jue said thoughtfully, "I'm afraid that the assessment will not only include training results, but also the performance during the recruit company..."

This possibility is very high. Normally speaking, people like Fang Heng will definitely be kicked far away in the end, and put them somewhere remote, out of sight and out of mind.

"How about..." Yue Zitong moved his lips, wanting to ask his father for help, but there was no way to talk about it, so he opened his mouth and then closed his mouth again.

Fang Heng stared at Yue Zitong for a few seconds, understood the meaning, and nodded indifferently, "Let's talk about it later, I will go to the platoon leader to ask about the specific scoring situation." It is obvious that he doesn't want to rely on Yue Zitong's help. Not bad, but far worse than Hou Jue. He and Hou Jue can ignore it, but unlike Yue Zitong, some favors have to be weighed.

Hou Jue didn't know Yue Zitong's situation all this time, and he raised his eyebrows when he heard the conversation between the two, feeling a little unhappy.

At this time, the veterans also came in one by one. This afternoon, except for those on duty, all the staff are on vacation. There are not so many rules on weekdays. If you are good friends, you can walk in with your shoulders crossed. All of a sudden, he yelled loudly, "Company commander! Are you too stingy? This little drink seems to be against us?"

Fang Heng hurriedly looked for the company commander in the team, and sure enough, Jizhu Karma walked in from the door, clearly standing out from the crowd, standing out from the crowd.

Jizhu Karma laughed and said, "I begged for these wines. If you like to drink it or not, raise your hand and give it to others."

"Ask, is there anyone in this world who doesn't drink alcohol? You can't even get enough between your teeth!!"

"Then do you want to drink?"

"Drink! Why not drink!?"

Jizhu Karma shook his head and smiled, waved his hands, urged them to sit down quickly, and then shouted loudly, "Boss Wang, serve the food, brothers are all hungry!"

Wang Honglin from the cooking class poked his head out of the window, his chubby face was flushed, and he shouted back in displeasure, "Try the dishes of the 200th person!!?"

"Didn't I arrange someone for you?"

"Then you have to be able to help! Everyone looks like a master, and they can only do it if they scold them!"

"Say out the name, and wait until the wine is served."

Wang Honglin smiled and shrank back. It was just a complaint. He didn't dare to make a fuss and punish people.

Jizhu Karma stretched out his head to look at it for a few seconds, and waved his hand, "Yang Yi! Find some more recruits to help!" Then, he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen.

Just as Yang Yi stood up over there, Fang Heng raised his hand, "I'll go!"

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows in surprise, then turned his head, "Who else needs to be nimble."

"Me." Shi Lei stood up, "I often help out at home."

"And me." Yue Zitong grinned and said, "I can't chop vegetables, and it's okay to serve dishes."

Then many people came up one after another, and there were also people from other rows. Yang Yi brought about 10 people into the kitchen.

The kitchen in the cafeteria is not big, and there are only about 10 people in the kitchen, and they are all from the cooking class. It is not their turn to do it, so Yang Yi leads them through the kitchen and out the back door. The back door opens into a big yard. , or standing or squatting, there are about 10 veterans who are helping to cut and wash vegetables, and the company commander is squatting next to a big basin to wash vegetables, and there are people waiting to change the water, looking full of enthusiasm.

"Bring so many people?" Jizhu Karma took a look.

"A lot? How many do you want?" Yang Yi asked.

Jizhu Karma thought for a while, "Stay here, and find work for yourself."

Fang Heng glanced back and forth, then rushed towards the company commander, squatted down next to the big basin, and shouted crisply while holding the green vegetables, "Company commander."

Jizhu Karma smiled at him, "You peeled off the yellow leaves outside, can you do it?"

"Yes, I also cook at home."

"That's fine."

Over there, Yang Yi yelled at the people to find work, and then turned around and went into the kitchen to see if he could help.

In fact, a lot of dishes have been prepared. The braised vegetables and chicken soup are ready the day before, but it takes a little time to divide and mix. Yang Yi is a person who can see things with his eyes, so in the kitchen They went around in a circle, and brought in some people who were wandering around like flies and couldn't find a job.

Fang Heng was not called, because he found something to do. He peeled off the yellowed leaves of the vegetables and handed them to the company commander. When cutting vegetables, the cut vegetables are brought in when the pot is full, forming an assembly line.

After doing this for a while, Jizhu Karma asked, "I thought you were going to ask if you can wash it clean like this."

"I wanted to ask, but I didn't dare to ask." Fang Heng grinned.

"After all, it's a wash, a big pot of rice, that's it, it's not clean, and you won't get sick after eating it."

Fang Heng nodded, and passed another green vegetable over, "The company commander didn't take a vacation this year?"

"Doesn't this bring recruits? How about it? Are you homesick?"

"kind of."

"Normal, remember to call home at night."

"Ah."

"I heard you have a show tonight?"

"Well, does the company commander have a performance?"

"Me?" Jizhu Karma raised his eyebrows with a broken smile, "I just want to watch your performance."

Fang Heng rolled his eyes, "Commander, why don't you join in?"

Jizhu Karma was a little surprised, and then laughed, "I heard that your show was quite noisy, so I'd better skip it."

Fang Heng thought about it too, and stopped persuading him.

After washing a basket of vegetables, three pots of water were changed, and then another basket of cabbage was brought over.

Working in the army always pays attention to efficiency, not to mention there are a group of hungry wolves waiting outside. Fang Heng felt as if he was fighting a war, and he was busy in circles. When the company commander agreed, "Okay, everyone has worked hard." Fang Hengcai I found myself sweating profusely.

Leaving a few clean-up soldiers behind, the company commander let them go back first.

When Fang Heng passed the kitchen, he really saw Shi Lei cutting meat with a knife, Yang Yi serving dishes, and Yue Zitong was already running back and forth outside to serve the dishes.

Jizhu Karma stopped in the middle and said to Yang Yi, "Remember to bring someone over to make dumplings at night, and come at 10 o'clock."

Yang Yi nodded, and his eyes fell on Fang Heng's face, "Come here, take the plate and go out."

Jizhu Karma stepped aside, thought for a while and asked again, "Boss Wang, come out and eat together when you're done with your work, and leave the tidying up to us."

"You have a conscience!" Wang Honglin was cooking, and immediately turned his head and smiled.The soldiers in the cooking class don't have physical training on weekdays, so it's not considered busy, but the dinner party during the New Year's holidays is like a war. It has been going on for a week, especially this year's [-]th. Complaining endlessly, not only do you have to make arrangements before meals, but you also have to clean up after meals. Whether someone will come to help depends on the company commander's intentions, but most company commanders are not so blind.

A group of people were busy in the backyard for about 10 minutes, waiting for the food to be served, and the company commander asked for beer, one bottle for each person, everyone got a share, but there was too much.

The veterans knew Jizhu Karma well, and started to make a fuss, talking about the alcohol issue again. Of course Jizhu Karma couldn't back down.They were all drunk, how could he explain it, one bottle of wine per person was the limit.

Everyone's contention is a lively one, the company commander beat him to death and refused to back down, the more they became more noisy, the whole cafeteria was laughing and laughing, even the recruits laughed, and Fang Heng was even more envious and liked the atmosphere. I envy them that they can joke with the company commander like this, and hope that one day when I become a veteran, I can also have such an opportunity.

The dishes were finally served. There were eight dishes on a table for five people. Although it was a bit shabby and not in good condition, it was already a delicacy for this group of soldiers, let alone recruits.

A table of chicken, fish, and pork, let this gang come out of the house, the boys who have eaten "pig food" for more than two months have a mouthful of saliva, and their eyes are green and staring at the promising meat like hungry wolves Just waiting for the company commander's words to start the fight.